There is a bright red cinnabar mole on his forehead, his eyes are burning, as if there are moving eyes, and there is a smile at the corner of his mouth. His long black hair is flying in the wind. The young man is wearing a red shirt and stands barefoot in front of the blood pool. He holds a sword with a glistening green light in his right hand. He has an arrogant look and is incomparably cold. She is called Liang Jing.
I said, if you come back, I will never let you go again, have you thought about that?
She didn't answer, just smiled and walked towards him.
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